Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

Ronan had left me an extra-large T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. I yanked on the T-shirt but left behind the bullshit shorts. My panties were a soaking wet ball on the floor, so I was completely bare, but the T-shirt hit me mid-thigh, so nothing was showing. Not that I cared. His shirt was soft, like he’d worn it a hundred times, and it felt like a cloud floating on my overheated skin. I smelled like Ronan now too, after using his soap. Did he do this on purpose? Surround me in everything about him to torture me? If he were a rug on the floor, I’d lie down on top of him and roll myself inside him. Steam escaped the bathroom when I pushed open the door. It took me a moment to focus and find the hulking statue of a man poised on the end of his bed. His palms were upturned on his knees, head heavy, but his eyes were lifted to meet mine. He was bare from the waist up. My fingertips came alive, itching to touch every single inch of his flesh. To run along the cut of his muscles, press on every freckle, find each and every scar. “Where’s your bunny suit? With the fuzzy tail?” I blurted dumbly. My stomach swooped. My skin crawled with need. Suddenly only being surrounded by the essence of Ronan wasn’t satisfying. I needed the whole thing. The entire unreadable man. “Forgot it, meala. Forgive me.” I walked straight to him, balancing my hands on his broad shoulders. The heat from his skin soaked into my palms, setting me alight. He cupped my hips. Not tentatively, but like he’d...